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What's done is done
What's undone lost
As celestial brightness fades
Overcome by inky nights
We mourn for what is lost
And grow stronger from sorrow
But lose not hope for the future
Each midnight hides
A dew-licked dawn
Just over the horizon
With it rides a new symphony of genesis
Sung in the crystal chords of renewal